Chichi Y Bulma Doujin

The session written by Ana, the psychoanalyst

Dear Estela

write early in morning. Today is Wednesday, and the afternoon will go to the office ... February
gives me the opportunity of a day off. Did you go back from your vacation? ... (As we agreed, I write every day).

few days ago that everything that happens, go into the associative string of vacation: a trip to the beach, I hear planes from my bedroom window to start the morning, tickets are cheap I have the passport to be renewed. Well, now I think that I have to renew. Make new interpretations of what has been read, start a new book, rewrite.

When I was little, my parents were a little and warm house in the hills. Her dark brick walls at the entrance of the house, his name: "Villa Regina" in white wire.
We all loved that summer came to go to Villa, and during the year saw the photos of the holidays with the hope that summer will soon return. But my mother was wrong that she was very concerned that house, every time it rained in Buenos Aires, suffered it might rain in the mountains. And if it rained, the house suffered because he was so far away, and we learned that if it rained or not. What if an open window came the wind? ... Loved and hated that house, and sustained in the same proportion. Buy it

was the brainchild of my old, liked the mountains, near the reeds, the smell of lavender in the evening, the noise the brook, and sing the Burrito Cordoba in the car while traveling.

He told us: "Look what !!!!"
mountains are mountains, he told me to show him wrong, to know more than him ... And he answered:" Those are things your mother ... "

My brother and me, we loved going to the montañasierras. The holidays came and my mother began to feel that it was difficult to leave one's house in Buenos Aires. Always it broke his heart between those two loves. It broke his heart ... when he died, I thought the same sentence ... he broke my heart, between not wanting to live longer able to walk, and having to leave us all without your presence.

To me it also broke my heart, but another heart.

It broke my heart word-or-n.

That day I began to write without restraint, all referred me to the phrase "broken heart" ... half red, black halves ruling masters, pain of love. Mom ...

Chau

The nurse said, "do not know what happened ... was well ... we do not explain" ... Do not explain anything, you broke my heart ... like those that left pieces of witnesses, including the city and the mountains. The winds that swept the windows of your house, there in the distance, too buzzed him in the chest. Had the wind in the ribs, wind howling noise ... and that never wanted to disappear. We can not explain, he insisted the nurse looking at the empty table.

was the wind, rain, flies to whisper the last 45 years. That was. Do not explain.

Dear Estela, today rain in all directions in the mountains, in Croatia, in China.

tomorrow.

Thanks for reading. Ana

White Circle Ringworm

RE: Today I can not go now I can not go

Dear Vanessa:

The dream of the Library of Cordoba in which it called a book of terror, is not dissociated from the ashes on the pajamas, and dissociated from the meeting Hernan, who felt "bad, scary" for wanting to charge you the money you paid for some time.

pay a debt not only gives you rabies.

What does not count in the session is why the debt contracted with Hernan now gives you Rabies pay?

And why do you think is so important that emphasize or believe you are part of something "nice" to have a pajama or a yogurt "pristine"?

be that the wishes you had for Hernán are closed because he asked you to pay your debt to him? Think you should be forgiven?

Moreover, the stain on his pajamas, was your own ashes, your own anger, your own desire not to pay.

Well, see you next session and continue?

a hug until Monday

Ana

Connecting Cd Player To Existing Car Stereo

Dear Anne:

you do not know who is not going to the meeting today?
guessed. I have one day how complicated and offered me the chance to write, here goes:

I'm sitting on the edge of my bed with the notebook on your lap and eating yogurt.
(good girl)

An hour ago I put out a cigarette (the first in the morning, the last of my life. I will not smoke anymore).

You'll wonder why, if both insisted he would not quit despite the "bad thing" that look at me weird and shielded by near my face.

Yesterday I realized something.

was

typing on the computer smoking, feeling free as the wisps of smoke, and suddenly the ash falls out of the ashtray. (Voluta-boluda. .. do not like?)
I realized. I looked. I ran the cpu, got the slippers. Nothing. I thought, "is on the carpet, the vacuum step tomorrow." And I kept writing and I forgot.

Then I went to bed, I took my orange tea (made by me, peel by peel), and fell asleep and dreamed of something incoherent
"I was in Córdoba. He entered the library and asked for a book I think it was terror, (strange, I never read a book of terror). I was aware of the absurd, what I do in a library in Cordoba asking for a book of terror. "

You know what I associated with ... when something is wrong, I (I exaggerate everything to a fault) say is terror.
And today morning I had an experience of terror.
I got in my pajamas immaculate white. I went to the kitchen to make my breakfast. (toasted bread, Mantequita, honey) and lit a cigarette, feeling bad, (as if I had lit in honor of something. But do not agree with that honor) and disagree with the agenda of the day: at 18 I find Hernán to return the money he lent me. (what rage did not want him return anything).

I went to the bathroom to wash my face and teeth and looked in the mirror, the ashes of the night was lost in my pajamas.
slept with ash.
I remembered my grandmother. When my grandfather died Hilario, it cremated, and she was on the bedside table, a wooden box with the ashes of him. And I always said: Before you sleep next to him and now next to her ashes.
I slept with my ashes?
Something something dead alive and my sleeping with me while I was living a dream?

So, since I can not not go back to sleep tonight. And I can not have permanent insomnia does not scare me to wake up. I decided quit.
I know some ash as mine out there I'll leave. Anyway, I hope not to see them for now. I will eat one yogurt, is a way back to immaculate.

What I will answer to all this madness?? Vanesa
besooooooooooo

A Star Is Born Invitation Quotes

NO evening session: Silvina

Ring "Hello Ana dear ... sorry for the lack of the last session ... it was terrible what happened ... I'm crazy ... but Joaquin was Monday ... I said I did not take it anymore ... I went crazy .... Sunday he threw all his stuff out the window ...

-on the couch You can sit back and see what all this you're telling me ...

-

10 days ago I read a text message from a girl ... so called "Ivana" ... do not tell me nothing what I did because if not, I'm not telling you to go on things ... I want to show how crazy I get with jealousy .... The message said: Ok. Lindo at 18 ... I almost died, I said nothing but he saw the face and you know me, and I wonder what happened to me, I said I was in a hurry and went, but at 17 pm I left the room and went to the door of his office to wait ... but did not see him out ... worse ... know all the things you thought? "Ivana met in the office when everyone left. Then I talked to the monitoring saying he was waiting and the guy said, "but if it came out today, he transferred to the 17" ... My Insanity is extreme danger to impotence and the feeling of having been cheated ... then I thought, "mocked what? if he did not know I wanted to find out in the act ...

- ... in the act ... you tell me in Italian so there is more passion in what you told me?

-Haha, I look like an Italian actress ... but did not end there, I went to the apartment and Joaquin was in bed with high fever, sore throat, "what good came before me feel terrible, I left before the office. Did not you go to college? How well does your unconscious that you brought to my side. " He gave me a horrible guilt. But I went to make a tea and I started thinking: "This time Ivana met by angina, but it sure is tomorrow or the next." Then I wanted to go again to read the phone but had it ... so I gave him the cup of tea and he fell asleep, passed out of his fever. That grabbed the cellular and read: Ivana, I'm going home with a fever, we let for Friday. And her response: "okis" Okis?? Who can say that phrase? boluda you must have a braided and eating popsicles stuck together fresh peak in brackets.

"Much much much enthusiasm with those messages.

"Yes, but I was suffering, the bad was happening. When Joaquin was awakened wanted to ask and did not know how to make did not realize he had been "spying on their phone." I lay down beside him while the temperature was 40 ° and said, "do you know any Ivana?". He was half delirious and said, "both the know it. " Worse. Everything was worse. Jealousy is the worst, suspicion is the worst. "How the two we know?" And I was dormidísimo again, and that angina bitch that knocked again.

"And you were awake all the ghosts and all fevers.

- Do you know how I related? as a kid and got sick, my mom was not going to work and I of course did not go to school, and once my mom could not miss work and was watching over my grandmother had a fit of rage so terrible, that I broke all the dolls that he had, which I liked, I wrote on the face with a blue biro the word "idiot" and I put an eye out for in; the bear with which he slept every night, his ears cut off with scissors, and a walking doll that was the envy of all my friends, I tore the legs. My grandmother looked at me and could not react, just say: Do not be evil. Not okay to be as bad.

- And all this destructive attack was only because your mother could not stay?

"It was, I think it was because my mom told me could not stay because his boss had asked him something special for that day and was" impossible to miss.

"Your attack was brutal. You went to the bottom of the abyss and break everything you loved.

"There I realized that my jealousy and I were dangerous together. Then blame me, I was filled with fear of my reactions. When I went to hug my writing and one-eyed doll and was no longer the same. I wanted to turn back time, but my wrist I watched from the eye hole pushed. When my mom came into the night, and saw the apocalypse began to mourn. I could not challenge.

-tutearla I'll stop, because I think you better step back.

Ana

"Oh no ... if you just told me that and say that you are distancing yourself, if I tell you what I did then I'll want to attend more.

-La listening.

"That day Joaquin fever, I also fell asleep and dreamed of a blond girl with pigtails in bikini parading in front of the sidewalk where we had breakfast at the corner of the house. Jehoiachin was how he did not know and I realized that it was the girl who attends the pharmacy, which is very cute and everyone wants when she meets will buy any shit Buscopan. After sitting at our table and Joaquin would say, you're the sister X ... I do not know who it was that said, the girl said, "No. I Silvina "... and then I woke up, as a start. I'm not blonde or as nice as the pharmacy. And I have no brothers.

"But perhaps what was in the dream of prominence was that Joaquín pretended not to know her. maybe if he knows who is reading the text messages you want to do as they do not know.

"But when I get jealous, and I know myself.

"continued the next.

-NOOOOO .... I could not tell anything from the brothel and madness.

"The hope tomorrow at 12.

-Buenoooo.